{His Butler, Able} Sebastian had been right all along. Souls given, rather than stolen are undeniably rich in flavor. Ciel Phantomhive has always had an affinity for sweets, so it was worth it to wait for you to mature. Wait until you have been completely and utterly satisfied when it is time to offer your payment for his services. The sweetest damn soul he would ever taste. That's how it was supposed to go. How he conditioned all of this to play out. Unfortunately, that's not what happened.

The problem is you. Not everyone was a hateful, vengeful little boy like he was. Despite making a contract with a demon you have never treated him with contempt like he started off with Sebastian. You have never failed to be the kindest, most generous person he has ever met. After a year or so of serving you, he questions himself. When the time comes to claim his quarry would be better able to? To look you in those soft eyes and kick you to the depths of hell?

No matter how hard he tried to make that answer a yes, he couldn't. It's infuriating. For him, you make simple things difficult, and the impossible quite possible. He supposed, he belongs to you now.

Ciel saw to it that dinner preparations were ready for you and the guest you would be having tonight. This home was glistened in a glossed sheen like finish, not an imperfection in sight. Just the way he prefers it to be. After this, he finds himself bringing his master afternoon tea and refreshment. After all, if he couldn't do something as simple as this, what kind of Butter would he be? He is simply. . .one HELL of a Butler.

"Today I've prepared a Cherry Blossom tea to complement a Vanilla and sweetheart cherry crumble."